Somehow

when I'm home, I have to work hard to keep all my old ghosts away.

I'm very happy here, in theory.

I'm reading White Oleander and loving it. A couple quotes:

"Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?"

"How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it."